Hear the bass
louder louder
driving you insane

look at that fire
consuming
transforming

hellish entity
that is your
insatiable yearning
to be touched

Deliverance and dead seas
A dusty ocean breeze
Land fills filling lungs
Unaware galvanized charms
A set of rusty rugs

A dirtied coppered fray
Left to steal the day
Untangling what stayed behind
To follow close in line

Dehydrated angler fish faces
Upon a Many forgotten places
With even older chests
Once a hopeless mess

Reaching air once more
From a dry and cracked up floor
Bones to be revealed
A judgement now appealed

why do i still hear
poetry in every word you speak
and see
stars hidden in your eyes
as heavenly as ever
why is the taste
of your lips
something i haven’t
forgotten
how come the scent
of your cologne still
stains my sweaters
how is it that the
spark
of your touch
is something i
i can’t seem to
forget
when will i come to my
senses?

My hope,
Because it's very disappointing

My love,
Because it's very hurtful

My passion
Because it's very awkward

My heart
Because it's very vulnerable...